SURVIVAL
I push and shove,
rebel and resist
and every once in a while,
I cry.
But not often enough.
I fume and hate,
plot and dream
and occasionally,
I cry.
But not often enough.
Sometimes I can write it out,
walk it out, wait it out,
or even
cry it out.
But. Not. Often. Enough.
So I push and
shove and
rebel and
resist and
fume and
hate and
plot and
dream and
fight and
run and
punch and
cut or
die.
BIR